The Rainbow Poet by Albereez (bill gates books recommendations txt) 📕

/> Answerable for all the feelings we feel….
even the unwanted pariah of emotions that is fear
Good memories,
Bad memories,
plus those crazy,
ugly,
and/or
Unclear


Infinitesimally fleeting or floating on the waves of forever
The brain is a vessel shipping you from here to wherever
And brain-time knows no boundaries
But segment after segment it measures out moments
No clocks just your soul metronome to a melody of thoughts

HERE, is the essence of what I’ve been taught:


Attempting to utilize grey matter tactfully is not futile
Merely exacting to the n’th degree
“But practice makes perfect,” say the wise
Maybe
Maybe…. someday, I will agree
For now I extol, "Mass of goo: my life to you"
A voice returns, "Man of goo: same to you!"
Is it a delirious, sardonic echo,
or salubrious, auditory deja voux?


It is the voice of chaotic collaboration
Of a universe crammed inside a crowded cranium cave
That controls a chattering network
Activating a cherished corporal slave
It is Tao talking: the internal eternal
Mind/brain deliberation within
Awake, we slowly cement our constitution
An amalgamation of virtues and sin


Yet somewhere swimming in a sea of thought
I
start
to
sink
to
SLEEP
And every word of written wisdom
Falls victim to the deep
For dreams are thought playgrounds
domicile to light and dark
And inspiration is a dream auto-pilot submarine
on which we all hope to embark.

A Tasty Playground

I am light as air!
crisp as a crouton
on a warm bed of lettuce
Gentle wisps of fragrant jasmine
envelope me snugly
as I spring gracefully on a pond of blue jello
my little feet pitter-pattering through the muck
Now I piruet high into the sky
with arms outstretched to the sheep
crawling across a crimson field
of sunlight at my back.
When I tire of my solo ballet
I will wander over to a bowl of fluffy mashed potatoes
and dive in with a child-like cry of joy
at my lips and a twinkle in my eye
This land of delightful delicacies is my home
and I, its most grateful resident.
Here I am
to enjoy and peruse a playground
of stringbeans, long-grain rice and cooked cauliflower
I squeeze with my wee hands a slice of savory nectarine
sucking out the tantilizing juice
and then procede to munch on a speckled jelly-bean
My tiny mouth puckers from the tartness of the candy
and I release a sigh of pleasure at this ultimate form of relaxation
"What a lucky being am I!" I cry out to the sky
This was were I was born and so too here I shall die.
Heaven is here where the cherubs sing and the angels fly.
I am an ant and I love this life!

Resuscitated!

Consciousness is such a slippery thing
like oil spilled over water.
floating above the primordial activities of our being
I dare dive into sleep
flying in my dreams
Hanging onto the threads of pale moon beams

Like an icicle slowly melting
My consciousness slips away
And I fall into black
Thick gray soup coalesces into a frozen pond
Withered leaves fall dizzily toward the darkness
of my dampened mind

Time stands still for ages
silence shatters the moonlight into crescent particulate slivers
And I melt into the violet rain
There's an oblong arrow pointing into nowhere
I'm already there
Most of us want to know if we are alive
but not this spirit.
Silver nitrate sponge head rest cradles me

SznNaP !
SZnaP !!
Electrostatic defibrillation jump-starts my gelatinous heart
My spine arches violently
explosively I awake into a spectrum of technicolor
and bright light
I thought it was the end
but spirit decided to put up a fight

Consciousness:

Resumed

Technicolor

Lurid colors explode at a million different angles
The rainbow shatters beneath a black canopy
Refracted light bounces in oblong motion
as sun rays hit a violent sea
Liquid light at its greatest
traveling everywhere
At all times zero seconds
Pointing infinitesimal hues in the right direction
arcs of energy expanding outward
toward an effulgent horizon playground
Sliding
Oozing
Melting
A multitude of brightly colored crayons on tapered canvas
dieing under furnace star our sun
blending together waxy and soft
runny
and moist
liquid color
painting what it wants as it is set free

Lucid Dreams (A Terza Rima)

These are dreams
Nothing is real
Or so it seems

What do I feel?
Am I a he or a she?
I blister and peel

How can this be?!
I am so awake
I comprehend all that I see

Yet I give as I take
Clarity fades
My awareness will break

In the sun without shades
I'm ultimately blinded
by aces of spades

But then I'm reminded
that this cannot be
My sanity I find it

I am set free
by a sleight of hand
I cackle with glee

My own demand
to deftly awaken
on sudden command

I am left shaken
I thought these were dreams
but I was mistaken

or so it seems....

Insipid Me: Split as can be

The shortest and the longest
The weakest and the strongest
Extremes are pulling me in opposite directions
acceptances and rejections
crawling across my creative cranium
driving me insanium

Word-wealthy or poetry poverty
Vocabulary sovereignty
Each character SLAMMED on to the screen
I'm insipid and I'm lean
Lacking language is what I mean
Yes:No, I'm in between

Fast machine: limp string-bean
I am what I am
A devil of a man
Angels agree that I am anxiously aware
of my state but I don't care
I write with out a plan
Kapeesh?

Who wants hasheesh
When they have mixed-up me?
Writer's fixed fee
zero cents on the dollar
I'm wearing my dog-collar
can't you see
I'm flat out crazy!

Stretched taught between my extremities
Its amazing I havn't made more enemies
With all the nonsense that I spit
on this mushroom that I sit
with a cup of earl-gray tea
munching on warm crumpets so daintily

Ahrggg!! This thing between my ears
is causing me tears!
I'm stretched thin
(i grin)
I'm only kidding
(as I keep on sitting)
On my moldy maroon mushroom
(now with a gin)

I'm done
t'was fun
this has made me numb
but now it's time to run

TOODALOO!!

The Indivisible Ogre Crew

An ominous ogre lived by the sea
Using his night vision hunted did he
With gagged edge razor blade
Dinner he made
Killing a lamb on a sheepish sheep raid

With growl and snort he gulped it all down
but careful to chew lest it fall to the ground
Purloining a pint of pale ail from the store
He barfed up his food then hunted for more

With gleam to eye and spring to feet
He imagined himself ready to eat
Again and again food was his best friend
He'd gorge and feast till he reached the end

Then ogre did rest on thickest grass by sea
Dreamed over more sheep and in dream killing did he
Rested yet edgy pet his pet piggy named pedgy
Swam in warm waters as happy could be

All bathed and cleaned he puts on new jeans
The ones he made from hide of a boar
Yet he could not ignore the gristley core
On inside of said jeans that he did wore

While narrator's grammer be bad
Like ogre gone mad
He talketh to moon every night that he had
For I, too, am ogre.
Pernishous as can be
Grotesque and a freak and incredibly ugly

However, he like I, under fairy tale sky
Live like livery until we die
For most final delivery of story good givery
I conclude with a tear in my eye
--But that is just me

Ominous ogre would do it all over

The killling, the binging, the dirt expunged
releasing lamb blood then soaking it up with a sponge
That is the creature we are
Lest we be called civil
We drown in pale ail at the neighborhood bar

I call this ogre my friend
We are a happy sick pair
Killing and swilling without a care
You wondered when
but this is the end
Now I will pluck out my hair.

Silly Syncopation

Like a lion licking lollipops, I like to lick some too
My favorite are bright colored ones and ones that I can chew
Thankfully I think of things, though through thickest thought I don't
I often play with words like this but in serious times I won't
We welcome witty words of wonder while waxing our bikini
Or slurping down some spicy meatballs embedded over linguine
If by inducing intrinsic intonation investigations I illicitly ice the imp
I call by word of mouth the beast of feast as I holler like a chimp

EuOo EuOo
EE
Ah
Ah EE-EE EuOo!

That's the sound that I make when I play my big brass flute.

The End

No seconds wasted in a moment

~
It is midnight
00:00
Nothing
is moving
Nothing
is stiring
the Silence
Yet each second slips
a notch
...a notch
......a notch
Without emotion
or a care.
Exacting
Is
the Silence
until
00:01
Now
Time
Stands
Still
~

Imprint

Text: ©2009 Albereez
Publication Date: 12-03-2009

All Rights Reserved

Dedication:
For my family